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Chapter Two

It had been two months since the guy that had been bothering Mamori stopped. It could've been the first and last warning he was technically given, or it may have helped that secretly, not so secretly, Hiruma was still following and making sure she got home safely, but they weren't going to tell. Hiruma had something else to take care of that evening, so he figured Mamori was safe enough to get home herself. Besides, his "appointment" was somewhat near where she'd be traveling in order to get home so should she need him, she could call.

"Only if it's an emergency! Damn manager. Tsk." Hiruma said and walked off.

"I got it. Emergency only. Sheesh." Mamori said.

He'd left her in the care of the other members of the Devil bats and it wasn't quite as late as it normally would be when they left after school practice so he thought she should be fine. After bidding the team good bye, she walked to the train station and went through the gate like she normally did. For a split second, she thought the hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up. She subtly took a chance to glance around her, but she didn't see anything, or anyone, that would cause such a reaction. Forcing herself to calm down, it was indeed rather early in the evening, so she figured she'd stop and get the team more snacks and stock up the clubhouse. She also thought about what to make for dinner and decided that a trip to the grocery store was in order either way.

"Welcome."

She was greeted as she walked through the doors of the store. She grabbed a hand basket and began making her way through the aisles. Choosing this and that, she felt a chill go down her back that had nothing to do with the store's A/C system, nor was she anywhere near the cold aisles. Unsure as to what was wrong, she wasn't going to take any chances, she texted Hiruma. She didn't get anything back, but he had said if it was an emergency to call. She didn't feel as though it were an emergency, but she felt better that someone would know where to find her. She quickly finished gather what she felt she needed and went up to pay. As she waited for the cashier to give her the change owed to her, she glanced up into the mirror that hid the security camera and gasped before she quickly spun around. She was sure she had seen the stalker from before. She turned frantically around trying to find him, but he wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Ma'am, your change." The cashier called out to Mamori.

"Oh, uh, thank you."

Mamori shakily took her change and her bags and exited the store. She continued to search for him, but she didn't see him. As the grocery store was a few stops from the station she would normally ride to in order to get home, she quickly went to catch the train and took a seat trying to calm her racing heart. It was just a figment of her imagination. Surely he had heeded Hiruma's warning and was staying away. Wait, what exactly was Hiruma's warning? All he did was shoot at the guy's feet for grabbing her too roughly. He didn't really say a thing. Did he? Now she was all worked up and her brain was going a mile a minute and she wasn't sure if she was just thinking too much, or if she really had something to worry about. Her stop was called and with a racing heart, she gathered her things again and made her way off the train. Not five minutes later she heard footsteps.

"Oh please… not again." She said softly to herself.

Not sure she wanted to find out, she held onto her bags tightly and started to walk faster.

"There's no point in running." The voice said coldly.

Mamori stopped cold in her tracks and let out a quiet sob. No, this wasn't happening. He was told to go away. Okay it was without so many words, but hints should've been a clue. How many times did one have to be shot at to realize they probably shouldn't mess with someone?

"Thought you'd gotten rid of me huh? They all do at first, but after a while, their friends or saviors go away thinking all is right again in the world. I just wait around for that moment and swoop back in. Especially, if I'm not finished with that person and I wasn't finished with you." He said.

"Why…? What…? Leave…"Mamori managed as she felt him walk closer.

"'Why am I doing this? What do I want? Leave me alone?' Yeah that's what they all say." He remarked before grabbing Mamori's right arm and spinning her around to look at him.

She had tears in her eyes she was so scared. She was supposed to call Hiruma for help, but she couldn't now. This guy would surely grab the phone out of her hand should she attempt to call for help. There wasn't anyone else around on the street so shouting out for help was pointless. She tried pulling away, but his grip was so tight she cried out in pain.

"Please… please let me go." She tried.

"Let you go? I just got you."

He started to pull her into the alley and she really got scared. She kicked him in the leg and ripped her arm away. Turning to run, he grabbed her hair and she dropped the bags crying out and reaching to try to ease the pain from his pulling.

"You… should not… have done….that." He said even colder, if possible, and jerked her into the alley.

Mamori tried screaming, but he quickly covered her mouth and pushed her up against the wall. She was shaking so badly and her vision kept blurring due to the tears. What was he going to do to her? Why was he doing this? He moved the hand that was covering her mouth and pulled away the red tie around her neck.

"Somebody he…!" Mamori tried to scream, but he bodily threw her against the wall and pinned her with his body.

"Try that again and this will turn out much worse than it will be."

'How the hell else could it be worse? He's probably going to rape me!' She thought.

He kept his right forearm against her throat as he used his left hand to rip her shirt open revealing her black lacy bra.

"I figured you for a slut. Hanging out with those football players all day, I'm sure you're doing a few of them if not the whole team."

He moved his head in to kiss upon her neck and bit her a little. She cringed and tried to knee him in the groin, but he was too fast and he threw her head against the wall again. She was dizzy after that and nearly fell to the ground had he not been holding her up. She tried to focus her eyes, but it was hard and her head hurt. He then forcefully pulled her skirt down revealing matching lacy panties.

"No!" She screamed and tried to cover up, but he wasn't allowing it and slammed her head against the wall again.

She must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing she knew, he had her on the ground and was trying to pull her panties off. She tried once more to kick him off, or to at least get him off her somehow, but she wasn't strong enough and he struck her in the face. There was a look in his eyes that she wasn't even sure how to describe. He grabbed her panties again and just before he pulled them off, there was a sound from somewhere.

"What the hell was that?" He asked. "Is someone there?"

It sounded as if a soda can had been kicked or something. They both listened to see if they could hear the sound again, but didn't hear anything.

"Must've been my imagination. Now, where were we?"

He turned back to her, but froze again when he thought he heard something yet again. He got up this time and went to investigate what the noise could be.

"Please… please..." Mamori stated gently, but he'd heard her and came back in order to knock her out.

Just as he was about to lay into her, a hand grabbed his and pulled him off balance from over her.

"What the…?" He cried out and fell against a set of trashcans.

"I was under the impression you got my message the last time you tried to bother her. Clearly that message wasn't fully received. I'll make sure you understand it this time." A deadly cold voice said seemingly echoing throughout the alley.

"What are you … no… no… Nooooo!"

Several shots could be heard fired in the small space and a slightly loud thud at the end. Mamori tried to collect herself and curl up into a ball, but she hurt.

"Tsk. I thought I told you to call me if there was an emergency. Not text me! Damn manager."

Mamori wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to cry out in relief; to run to him and hug him with all the gratitude she could muster; to hide herself in shame, but she wasn't sure she could do any of those things at the moment.

"Hi…mura…kun…"She managed before passing out.

"Hey! Hey! Tsk. Damn it!"

The only reason it took him so long to find her in the first place was because he'd stopped to the store she originally sent the text from and found out she had left quite a bit of time ago. As he didn't really have any clues as to where else she might have gone, he headed in the direction of her home. He'd seen the bags of groceries, but most importantly her school bag was on the ground. Knowing she wouldn't just leave her stuff there like that, he was glad he managed to make it in time to save her before things got really bad. He could see the blood running down the back of her head, and wondered if maybe she had a concussion, and was trying to decide if he should take her to the hospital, to her place, or to his. He frowned at the last thought and made a decision. She was still lighter than she probably should be, but he quickly covered her up with his school coat and managed to pull her skirt back into place. Her shirt was ruined so there wasn't anything he could do about that. His place was quite a ways from her place, but he knew he couldn't carry her on the train looking like this. He wasn't entirely sure how to explain it to her parents either. So he quickly called Sakaki Doburoku in hopes the old man wasn't too drunk to drive them to his house. When the old man arrived, he had many questions, but not one of them was Hiruma willing to answer besides the fact that they were going to his house.

"The team doesn't need to know about this. I've taken care of it. Just drop that guy off at the police station and keep going." Hiruma stated.

When they threw the guy out of the truck and onto the path of the police station, a cop walked upon the guy not five minutes later and saw a note attached to his chest.

'I've beaten, stalked, and attempted to rape a high school girl, but was stopped before I could complete the act. The girl is being taken care of, but I need to be kept away from her and anyone else I might try to harm.'

The cop frowned at this and tried to wake the guy, but he wasn't easily woken. The cop figured it best to lock the guy up and wait until he could ask him some questions. Mamori-chan's information was also on the note and the cop intended to investigate the situation.

"I've got her. You just get that stuff to the clubhouse and make sure the others don't know about what happened tonight."

"How can you worry about me telling anyone what happened tonight when you won't tell me what happened?! All I can see is that Mamori-chan is in a bad way and I'm hoping you aren't the one that put her in this position." Doburoku stated.

"Of course I didn't do this to her! It was the guy that we dropped off at the police station! Stupid drunk! Get the hell out of here and do as I say or you know what'll happen."

With that, Hiruma slammed the door in his face and turned his attention back to Mamori. He allowed a frown and a bit of anger to slip through when he looked at her. How could he have let this happen to her? Allowed what almost happened to her? She was supposed to be safe. How could this happen? Clenching a fist, he almost felt like he had let the guy get off easy. Unwilling to allow the guy to take up any more space in his brain, he set to work cleaning up Mamori and bandaging the bruises he saw. At one point she began to stir, but merely slept on. He knew that patients with concussions should be woken every two to three hours, but she had been through a rough ordeal and he wasn't sure what to do yet. He still needed time to think. Placing her in one of his shirts; then into his bed; then gently covering her with the sheet, he sat down on the ground beside her with his legs crossed and his favorite gun in his hand. He'd wait and see how she felt like handling the situation before he thought any farther ahead.

"Tsk. Damned manager." He said with a sigh.

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